Empty Within

 

Empty Within

Cruel! Callous! Generals! Brains bent, on the mindless misery, they rain,

Causing confusion and mayhem, upon the unarmed children of Ukraine.

The brutes, heartlessly casting terror, on innocent civilians, as they sleep,

Shattering precious lives, leaving grief-stricken souls, to solemnly weep.

Creating fire storms, within the fearsome message, they choose to send,

As civilisation in uncertainty, wonders when, the evil madness will end?

Incoming missile alerts resounding loudly, over, and over, and over again,

As Kamikaze drones deliver their payload of devastation, terror, and pain.

Massive explosions destroying the places, where the innocent people live,

As the victims are brutally forced, to forfeit, everything they have to give.

Families torn apart with inconsolable grief, and sad desolation brought,

As the dead are buried, to the bells sad toll, for innocent civilians wrought.

People enduring wanton suffering, waiting in dread, their time could come,

Unsure what each day brings, to their dishevelled world, set out of plumb.

What are the generals thinking, blasting elderly, and little children to bits?

With the insanity of town and cities raised to rubble, in their terrible Blitz.

Still, they continue sending missiles, into cities, with murderous intent,

Following the orders of a madman, in the mechanical anger they vent.

What would they think if the bombs rained on their own cities and kin?

Perhaps the heatless creatures just wouldn’t care, they’re empty within!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Dec 2022)